"The sea, once it casts its spell, holds one in its net of wonder forever." Jacques Yves Cousteau
Jack and I were discussing Psalm 8 this morning over our coffee and eggs (we do this every morning obviously, don't you?- j/k - I wish), and my first thought was about the first three words. "Lord, Our Lord." God is not just Lord, but our Lord. We belong to each other. It almost implies an astonishing propinquity or nearness which is kind of the theme of the whole psalm anyway. How can the Lord be our Lord "when I consider your heavens, the works of your fingers?" The edge of the Gulf of Mexico, our holiday home this past few days, is only the beginning and only one of countless ineffable works of God- how could this same Creator know and care what's on my mind? Oh, but our great God does.
"The morning swim has the nature of a blessing to me, a baptism, a rebirth to the beauty and wonder of the world." Anne Morrow Lindbergh, Gift from the Sea
Jack took the ineffability point and ran with it. Isn't our love for the beach because it is so vast and endless and maybe it reminds us of the beauty and grandeur that is the Lord, our Lord?
Great point, Jack.
|our traditional photo|
|Fischers at Orange Beach - two thumbs up|
|The Gulf in Orange Beach- our favorite|
We sit on the edge of the sea and we let the sound and the smell and the sight of it wash over our hearts and we are renewed. We belong to each other and we belong to this great big beautiful God who whispers to us in the waves that He is the Lord, our Lord. And though His love is vast and ineffable, so is His love for us. All of us. Including you.
It's an especially important truth because life is not a beach. Life is hard. But he loves us still and he's with us and for us at the beach on vacation and at home when it's hard. This is truth, a word to take home from our days at the sea.